This time Meng Guangyi severely lost face in front of many imperial soldiers.
He looked at Liang An helplessly.
"Brother Liang, the traps have been demonstrated now. It's time for us to eat, right?"
"It's time to eat."
After Liang An replied to Meng Guangyi, Meng Guangyi was happy.
"Okay, I will definitely get this face back at the wine shop."
"Do you want to get your face back?"
Liang An looked at him curiously, "Do you really think that I, a barbecue expert, am calling the wheat juice consuming machine for nothing?"
Although there were some unsightly names such as small electric motors and soft rice, Liang An looked at Meng Guangyi with a smile on his face.
"Okay, then let's go eat some meat. After all, you need to eat more meat to gain strength. The emergency march should be stored in your body's memory."
As Liang An, Meng Guangyi, Li Chun and others came to the barbecue made by the Huotou Army in the guard for them to add to their meal, Liang An was a little speechless.
Is this how your barbecue is cooked? A whole leg of lamb. Roast it on the fire until it's pitch black on the outside, and there may be blood on the inside. Is this the rare delicacy you call it?
Liang An was puzzled. This body had never been treated like this before, so naturally he had never seen such a bold way of eating.
But seeing that each of them was holding a leg of lamb and starting to chew it, Li Chun and Meng Guangyi and Liang An had no choice but to lower their heads and take a bite.
Although it looks a little dark on the outside, it is really delicious when you eat it!
Purely natural, without additives, without any technology or labor, the ancient roasted leg of lamb is so delicious!
Just after taking a few bites, Liang An was still thinking about it.
Meng Guangyi had already poured a large glass of Luoyang famous wine.
"Brother Liang, let's finally get together, shall we play a little game?"
"Playing games, what kind of games are you playing?"
Liang An was a little curious.
"Of course it's a drinking ritual among literati."
"Drinking order?"
Liang An looked at Meng Guangyi, and then at Li Chun next to him, but Li Chun just lowered his head.
"You two are free, don't worry about me. I'll just eat some meat and drink a little wine. We also need to arrange for soldiers to continue patrolling to guard against various accidents. You can't drink without permission. Getting drunk will cause trouble."
Liang An saw that Li Chun's excuse was impeccable, and Meng Guangyi also agreed with Li Chun's meaning.
"Okay, then you will be a witness for the two of us to see who has the largest drinking capacity."
As soon as Meng Guangyi finished speaking, he looked at Liang An and started talking.
"Brother Liang, we are friends. How about we use the title "friends" and have a drink. As long as we can't talk about it, how about one less drink?"
"That's okay. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot."
Liang An opened his mouth and said that the nine-year compulsory education for later generations was not learned in vain.
Isn’t poetry, lyrics, and poetry my strong point?
"Good poetry, good poetry."
Meng Guangyi directly confirmed that Liang An's poems were quite perfect, and that he could not compose a poem that could surpass his for a while. Meng Guangyi agreed that Liang An directly raised his glass to Meng Guangyi.
"Brother Meng, please."
"Uh? What did I do? Why do you want me to drink?"
Meng Guangyi looked at Liang An with disbelief, and Liang An looked at him and asked.
"Isn't it right? I'm drinking? Shouldn't you be drinking?"
Meng Guangyi hurriedly shook his head after Liang An spoke.
"Brother Liang, do you have a little misunderstanding about the drinking order? Who writes good poems and who drinks."
"Ah, is there such a thing?"
"Yes, yes, please, Brother Liang."
"I never thought that my great reputation would be ruined in the hands of villains."
Liang An muttered. If he were to be heard by others, they would definitely think that he was ignorant. The purpose of issuing a drinking order was to grab the wine. Whoever writes better poems would drink. Isn't this the right thing to do?
Although Liang An was helpless, he still picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Liang An let out a long breath and kept complaining in his heart.
"It tastes really bad."
Meng Guangyi saw that Liang An was indeed a huge drinker. He had just drank one cup, and now he downed the second cup in one sip. He couldn't help gesturing with his thumbs.
"Brother Liang is huge. Brother Liang is really huge."
"Yo, now you know I'm massive?"
Meng Guangyi had just complimented Liang An, and Liang An was watching proudly from the side as Meng Guangyi finished speaking, then picked up the leg of lamb and took two hard bites.
Although this is beer-like wine and doesn’t taste very good, this roasted leg of lamb, paired with this wine, is almost the same as the barbecue I made. Can I get you drunk?
Meng Guangyi couldn't help but swallow when he saw Liang An eating so deliciously, and then looked at Li Chun next to him, who was eating the leg of mutton. He was so energetic that he immediately wanted to drink. Rolling his eyes.
"Brother Liang, it's already evening now. How about we compose a poem with the bright moon as the title? Pay attention, this time it's a poem, not a sentence. Whoever does the best will drink?"
"sure."
Liang An didn't know what he was thinking. He originally wanted to let Meng Guangyi drink to see how drunk he was, but as soon as he heard Mingyue, a lot of Mingyue's poems came to his mind.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."
After another popular poem was spoken, Liang An felt proud, while Meng Guangyi was petrified on the spot.
As for Li Chun, he was still chewing on his leg of lamb, as if he didn't care about the drinking order in front of him.
Meng Guangyi was trembling.
"Brother Liang, please drink. After you drink, I will write a poem, right?"
"You want to write more poems? I don't think there's much wine here. Maybe I'll finish it all for you."
Liang An generously drank another glass of Luoyang wine and started singing again.
The bright moonlight in front of the bed...
Another glass of wine.
Meng Guangyi was a little worried. Is Liang An really so talented? Why do I write such poems? Every one of them seems to be a famous poem that can be passed down through the ages, but I can't write this one.
After Liang An drank several glasses of Luoyang wine, Meng Guangyi finally gave up.
"Brother Liang, let's not have a drinking order, okay? There is only a little bit of wine left, please leave some for me, okay? If you don't leave it for me, you have to leave some for Captain Li."
"That's easy to say. Colonel Li, let's have a drink together? I have to thank you for taking care of me for a while."
Liang An poured himself another glass of wine, and then brought the last remaining glass to Li Chun, who was gnawing on a leg of lamb. He didn't expect that such a pie would fall from the sky and hit him.
"Thank you Mr. Liang."
Li Chun also boldly picked up the wine glass and bumped it with Liang An before drinking it in one gulp.
"Cool!"
Li Chun shouted, but why did Liang An feel awkward about this?
"Is this really cool? It's not like you haven't seen a fine wine before. When I get the chance, I'll make you my fine wine, which will definitely make you want to come back."
Just as Liang An finished speaking, Meng Guangyi looked at him again.
"Brother Liang can also make wine?"
"Isn't that right? There are some special wines in various places. It's normal for my hometown to have wine."
"When we return, we must have a good drink in Brother Liang's hometown and see how good the wine is in Brother Liang's hometown."
"Then it's settled. Don't be like today. I didn't have enough fun and the wine was gone."
Meng Guangyi felt a little embarrassed at this moment.
"I didn't expect that Brother Liang was really drunk. He had at least ten drinks just now. I didn't expect that his face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he was out of breath. I admire him."
"hehe."
The two of them could only hug each other. It was on the same level as wheat juice. Is there any difference in the results of ten bottles and ten cups?
In the early morning of the next day, the rectification team marched forward again, but this time after Liang An shouted for another urgent march, no one complained.
Liang An had a good drinking habit, so they believed him.
They have always understood that some generals in their army are indeed as drunk as Liang An, and they are not very good at doing things, and are deeply loved by the soldiers.
I didn’t expect that drinking would have such benefits.
It's just that Liang An and the others just thought of marching in a hurry to finish the day's journey. After finishing the repairs again and preparing for the second march, I just turned an intersection and saw a group of people walking in circles next to a nearby forest.
"What a shame, why are there robbers here? They robbed all our property. What should we do?"
A scholar with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks just said this, and his companion next to him also said this.
"It's also thanks to the little money we have. If we didn't have any silver, wouldn't he be caught on the mountain and used as meat tickets for them? It would be troublesome at that time."
